AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Inside was a single dark room. On the small bed in the corner lay an older woman.
“This is my mother,” the man said.
The woman was old and asleep. Nova held out her supplies. She hadn’t really needed to come in after all and was eager to get out.
“Here is everything she needs.”
“I’m Brent,” the man said, extending out his hand instead of taking the bag from her. “I believe you have something in there for me.”
She shook his hand, and he took the bag. Digging in, he took out the medication Elizabeth had given her and opened the box. Inside was a piece of paper he removed and started to read. When he got to the end, he tossed it in the fireplace next to his mother’s bed.
“Nice to meet you, Meghan,” he said, taking the rest of the supplies to the kitchen table. “Your next delivery will be in two days at the same time. Don’t be late.”
Chapter Three
The next two days went by surprisingly quickly. She worked all day then came home and ignored Altair as he ordered her around. One would think he’d realize his bossiness had no effect on her, but he just continued anyway. Every night, he told her to go sleep in his bed, and every night she slammed the door of her bedroom in his face. Then she would slide the closet in front of the door. Not that he’d ever tried to come in, he seemed to respect her privacy even if he didn’t respect her choices, but she still felt safer that way.
Her last delivery on the second day was the rebel, Brent, again.
She knocked, but the man who opened the door wasn’t Brent, though there was a slight family resemblance. He had light hair swept to the side in a style that was longer than most Mudden men wore, partly covering one of his eyes which were scanning her body and face with an appreciation that made her cheeks warm. His full lips formed a small smile that only made his face more attractive. Whereas Altair was attractive in a rugged way, this guy was just plain handsome.
“I’m Meghan,” she said holding up her bag of supplies.
He smiled even wider and stepped aside to let her in.
“I’m Mak,” he said, extending out his hand to her. She shook it and tried not to shy under his appraising glare. “I’m Brent’s brother.”
He took the bag of supplies from her and dropped them on the table without looking inside for a secret message. She wondered if maybe he wasn’t in on the rebel agenda like his brother.
“So you’re the I-am-mightier-than-thou-rejected-leader-with-a-stick-up-his-ass’s wife?”
Nova smiled at the accurate description of Altair.
“You forgot bossy and entitled.”
Mak smiled but crossed his arms over his chest.
“But you’re married to him.”
“I didn’t have any choice,” she said defensively.
“No one does.” He seemed satisfied with her answer, and opened a door to a back room. “That’s why we’re all here.”
Everyone in the room looked up as Mak motioned with his head for her to go through the door.
“Meghan’s here,” he said, smiling at her again.
“Come in,” Brent said. He was leaning against a closet that looked a lot like the one she used to lock her bedroom door.
Mak followed her in and closed the door behind them. The room was very small. She counted eight people total, including her and the brothers. Elizabeth was nowhere to be seen. Most people sat on the bed, a few leaned against the wall. Having nowhere to sit, she stood awkwardly in the center.
“Meghan is Altair’s new wife,” Brent said. A few people looked at her uneasily.
“Is that safe?” a younger man with a sour expression asked.
“Adding someone new is always a risk. You know that Neil” Brent said. “But her position as Altair’s wife will be a huge help to our cause.”
“But she hasn’t been with him long enough to get to the honeymoon period,” Neil insisted. “She could still fall in love with him and then betray us.”
